'What's the difference between you seeing it on television when it happened and me seeing it on television twenty years later? How were you there any more than I was there? Unless you were really really there, but even if you were you probably weren't so what's the difference?'

The digitized image replaces Darwinian constraints of time and space, leveling the playing field and therefore deeming all mediated experiences obsolete and if not obsolete then at least meaningless.

Summary: To train the baby-boom era user to forget the 'experiences'foisted upon him by mass media since birth. To remind oneself that he was not there and even if he was he was only watching. Being there is limited to a few who become somewhat less Newtonian in makeup. I.E. For Jim Morrison most of life was spent in an altered state of user driven mediated reality, for Jim Normalson li…

I have felt an ever growing sense of responsibility in the continued education of my audience. I feel that anyone in a position that creates an audience should dedicate at least ten percent of their energies to the further education of that audience. Therefore I have decided to create a seven-part self teaching module to be completed at the reader's leisure.

The first part of the module [Mod1B] will be available tomorrow.

I look forward to joining you on your continued course of self-education.

I have installed these two items in the hopes that I might continue to bring the Plaza of the Mind Audience more of the high quality enter/info/irri-tainment that they have grown accustomed to over the past several months.

Plaza of the Mind is proud to present the five year anniversary edition of:‘impossible works’(for piano, xylophone and vibes)bykurt fredrich wellerperforming as:‘portia de coverly’- featuring the following V-L-Standard pieces:‘the lunar valet’‘sarah’s engagement’‘the Br-z-l--n manservant’‘the lobotomized love affair’‘the dinner pageant’‘the ghostly shape of eagerness past’‘the communal supper’‘to make this into (a working romance)’

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I find you to be a very attractive man... the kind of man I would have been had I not let myself go... I envied you and yours, your hair and your wardrobe... you were a good looking man and I think I loved you, in the way that I could feel love for another of my own...

Return to the Sundrain... Return to the midwifery's bane...

I await the annointment... I annoint the annointed one with the rose and the thorn...

It is very neat and right... Your presence here, but I must ask you one question...

I have been quite intrigued by the most recent events in virtuoso guitarist Edward Van Halen's saga as of late. Greg Lester heard the recent radio broadcast in which Mr. Van Halen claims to have beaten cancer with the help of a Doctor in a foreign country. When asked what the treatment was, Mr. Van Halen stated 'I cannot tell you because I do not want to go to jail.'

This seemingly sinister statement brings several images to mind, most of them reminiscent of the Rock and Roll Fable style of late seventies storytelling, exemplified by novels such as Fred Mustard Stewart's Mephisto Waltz and films such as Rock and Rule and the graphic storytelling medium popularized in Heavy Metal magazine by Angus McKie.

This inspired me to create a new image marrying this sinister statement, the performer and the inherent occultism that the statement created. However, some aspects of said image may be considered objectionable to some of my audience so I will make it available only u…

I have not been overly impressed with the current feedback systememployed by the Plaza of the Mind. I thought it might be a betterexperience for all if we had a place within the Plaza to sit back andrelax, discuss and inform.Hope to see you all there soon![You can enter the atrium by either clicking on the image above or here.]

‑Itham arrived on Monday ‑at 8am ‑ he was attired in a fresh white suit ‑it's crispness gave away its newness ‑a neat and right newness with which the body that wore it claimed its undisputable properness ‑Itham allowed himself to be escorted into James' home ‑Itham never gave off a trace of gratefulness ‑and he was not about to abandon his manner on this visit to his cousin's home ‑upon entering the foyer he spied a portrait of his father and his uncle standing in front of a horse ‑ he remembered the steed‑ it was the one that bore his father off to his death‑ he silently thanked the horse for his new found wealth ‑ Itham was 'the young gentleman' ‑ Itham was escorted into the study ‑ where he found a stunning young woman writing a note at the desk ‑ she paid him no notice‑ this surprised Itham - he was usually quite impressive to the ladies

A young boy that lived down the street from us had been kidnapped on one spring afternoon from school.He had somehow been able to escape his confinement only to find that he was in the home kitty corner from his own.He had made his escape late at night and had climbed into his own backyard only to find his parents watching situation comedies on the back porch of the house. His name was Andrew Bishoff but I called him Andy.They were so relieved to see him that they didn't press charges on the kidnapper.The kidnapper turned out to be a mentally ill teenage girl that had babysat me a year or so earlier.But the last time she had come to the house my mother and father had discovered --------------------------------------------------------------- and told her that she was never to come back to our home.I missed her a great deal and when I heard the story of Andy Bishoff I became quite sad that she had not kidnapped me instead.I wondered if ---------------------------------- and wheneve…

I have been totally captivated by Greg Lester's Grey Benign. I had heard him read the story seven or eight years ago and he recently sent me a copy of it via electronic mail. The above image is my interpretation of the story in which an average man finds himself in a life and death struggle in what seems to be the Arizona desert, though he himself is unsure of his exact whereabouts. Through the story, Greg is able to convey a sort of 'dusty lens mood' very reminiscent of the made for television films of the seventies: always occuring in the desert, always involving trouble. Greg's story ends abruptly, and I am unsure whether this is because he was interupted during the writing process or if this was a conscious attempt at leaving the reader disquieted.

I created the above image to show him my appreciation for his work and I hope that he continues to carry on with it. He has been putting a great deal of work into his electronic journal and has also been spending mu…